Page 41 of Peaches

Ruined!

Told you!

Totally and utterly ruined bythisman!

And I didn’t even get the chance to put up my guard.

“Sir, Daddy?” I barely force out above a whisper. “Not having much of an old man sure did give you some fucked up parent issues,” I deflect when we both know without even saying another word that’s the pot calling the kettle black. We’re both fucked up from shitty father figures. My blow was low, and I curse myself for even saying it as the words leave my mouth.

He hangs his head low, and I swear we’re done here. I succeeded in breaking this unforeseen connection between us. But as I pick up my computer and start to open the top, I slowly see him making his way towards me again and the room begins to spin. I still, setting the computer down beside me, knowing we are far from done here and my shallow breathing all I hear in my ears as he approaches.

Hands still in his pockets. Head still looking at the ground. He stops at the side of the bed and leans in closer, his lips brush against my ear as I’m suddenly paralyzed and at his mercy.

“You’re right, Grace. I am fucked in the head.”

I go to lean away but he quickly grabs my chin and keeps my head in place. The rise and fall of my chest tells me I am still breathing, that I’m alive, when all I hear is the thundering of my heart in my ears while every damn part of my body hums with arousal.

Why the hell does this turn me on?

He nips at my ear, causing a moan to escape from my mouth and I find myself biting my bottom lip instantly to try and silence myself.

His laugh echoes and mixes with my heartbeat pounding through my head as his grip on my chin loosens and his hand trails down the center of my chest.

“Whatever effect myissueshave, I can guarantee you this…,” he whispers, his voice cascading down my spine in anxious ripples.

I suck in my breath as his finger trails lower, dancing around my nipples before descending south once again and leaving me paralyzed in their path.

“…you will say what I want…” he whispers, as his finger dances above my clit before trailing to my inner thigh.

I let out a groan. Of pleasure? Of disappointment? I don’t know, but I can’t think clearly as his breath feathers against the side of my face, and it’s just as erratic as my own. “When I want…”

“Don’t hold your…”

His hand quickly cups my sex, and he grinds his palm down against my clit. I suck in air and hold it, needing more, and wanting less, because there is no way in hell I can walk away now. Connections, infatuation, evil Grace be damned.

“My what, Grace? Breath?”

I bite my lip again as his palm rubs against my center and I almost cry out because it feels too damn good letting go. Closing my eyes, I swear I am done for as he releases my core and traces a finger against the outside of my shorts. I won’t let myself breathe. I can’t. But as he lightly pulls the fabric aside, traces my seam, and pulls his finger through my wetness, I cave.

I purr in pleasure as he repeats the sensation. His own groan of desire adding to the euphoric high that is quickly filling the space around us and suddenly making my head fall back in a trance as he places two fingers at my entrance. He pushes slightly at my opening, and I lean back as I inch my hips forward, figuring we’ve already crossed the line why not enjoy the veryself-gratifyingfall?

But his fingers stop. My hips attempt to move closer once again, but he keeps them pulled back just far enough, not giving me what I need, what my body is craving.

“Say it, Grace!” he repeats, as he gathers my moisture as it pools around my velvet lips and then runs his fingers up to my clit, swirling the wetness around and causing my lower muscles to clench harder in response.

“Say it,” he whispers again. This time sweet, tender, as his fingers trace back down my seam to my opening.

“This is so fucked-up…”

He presses lightly into me and I hiss in response, needing more, and quickly.

“I’ll fuck this up,” he whispers, as his tongue grazes my ear, and his fingers press a little further inside me. “Better than you’ve ever been fucked before.” His free hand fists my hair as he holds me still. “Tell me what I want, Grace,” he pleads, needing me to surrender just as much as I want to give in.

“Tell me…”

“Give me more,Daddy.”

A gasp escapes my lips and I can’t believe the words as they leave my mouth, but it snaps something in the man next to me as he shoves his fingers deep inside my pussy, curling them up perfectly to hitthatspot, and uses his thumb to rub my clit.

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